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Saturday, 13 September 2014

#Inspirati presents- Confessions of an Ailing Heart...!!

**Episode -1**

‘A
girl is walking and as she covers the distance, she goes more inside the
darkness of the night. Wearing a greenish frock with two ponytails up in her
hair, she keeps walking. She seems frail and because she has her back at me, I
can’t see her face. “Hey! You there, stop!” I try stopping her but she doesn’t
stop and keeps diving into the darkness instead. Curious, I follow her. As soon
as I touch her shoulder to stop her, she turns around. I turn cold after seeing
her face. Two lifeless eyes look at me, cheeks having a permanent line of the
path of tears. My feet get glued to the earth to see myself staring back at me.
Yes, it is me; I am sure but why am I like this? Suddenly I feel a magnetic
force pulling me into the darkness and without a word, lifelessly; I follow
myself in the darkness. It’s a cave it seems to me; I look around to see where
exactly I am. I find myself standing in the midst of a riverbed. Black water
flowing. I feel someone creeping up my leg, I shake away the thought but when I
look at what was there, I shriek at the scene. A big poisonous snake is
creeping up. Yes, I know it is poisonous because I have studied that in science
class. I jerk my leg and try to run, but I am bound to the ground. I feel
something else in my hand, a scorpion. Oh no! Where am I? The more I try to
free myself, the more I get stuck here. I start crying like mad; I can see
demons wherever I look. Just when I am about to give up, I see a flicker of
light coming from somewhere, I shout out loud “Ma! Paa”I know, my ma and my paa
would be coming soon to save me from here. They love me a lot. I start pushing
them hard so that the demons get off me and I run frantically towards the
flicker of light, I just know that ma and paa have to be there. My intuition
proves correct. I see ma and paa from here but just as I call them, I am pulled
inside the cavity formed in the sand created by me standing on top of it. Oh
no! It’s not just sand, its quicksand. The sand keeps pulling me downwards as
if pleading me not to go ahead and forcing me to stay with it. I know, I will
be drowned in a matter of a few seconds and then I won’t be alive anymore. I
keep on calling ma and paa but they can’t hear me. I see them arguing over
something, fighting with themselves. As they have always been since quite some
years. Their argument level is so high that they are unable to hear me pleading
to them to save me from death. Time listens to none, as ma and paa kept on fighting;
all I remember is being drowned inside the quicksand….”

A
visibly scared and sweaty Roohi jolts out of her sleep with a shriek, only to
find herself lying on her bed. The lights are on and there was no darkness
around. She was afraid of darkness and that’s why she never let anyone switch
the lights off her room, not even at night. Checking the wall clock, she sees
that it is around 5 in the morning. Reaching for the glass of water on her
bedside table, Roohi gulps down the water in one go. Wiping the sweat beads
formed on her forehead because of the treacherous dream she had a few moments
back, Roohi sat down thinking about what has been going on in her life off
lately.

Her once, very happy family was scattering
now. Her ma and paa both love her to the core but she could understand that
something was wrong in their life. Her ma and paa used to fight everyday behind
closed doors but the volume in which they fought was so much that Roohi could
listen to them from her own room. There has been a new word which keeps on
popping up in her ma and paa’s discussions. Trying very hard to decipher the
meaning, she failed. She could hardly pronounce the word. Roohi couldn’t
understand the meaning of the word, but owing to her parents’ expressions, she
knew it was something serious.

9 year old chubby little girl Roohi felt
her life going down the drain when she first saw her parents fight and her
mother had taken her to grandma’s place around 3years back. As a kid, Roohi was
very happy to be at her grandma’s but it had been 2months she was there. As she
was very notorious, she used to jump around everywhere playing pranks on
everyone at her place but off lately, whenever she used to jump around, her ma
scolded her. She was very depressed with the ongoing circumstances around her.
And that was when she heard the word for the first time ‘Divorce’

After two months when they had come back to
her father’s place, she was more than happy but things had changed, ma and paa
used to talk less and fight more. Though they still cared and loved Roohi as
their life depended on her, but the ‘Happy family’ feeling was amiss. Roohi
used to cry to sleep every night telling her pillows the saga of her
depression. It was from that time that she started having those recurring
dreams of horror and terror. The end was always the same, but the situations
were different. In all those dreams, she saw something happening to her and
herself calling to her parents but they were so engrossed in fights that they
were least bothered to hear her desperate pleas.

Off late, she has been very quiet in her
class and otherwise which resulted in her losing all het friends. She had lost
her appetite even. She couldn’t let her heart out to anyone and she was
suffocated within.

Today, as visions of the past come to her;
Roohi decides to lighten up the mood of her parents as was her habit. She saw
that she had woken up early, even before her mother called her. She wanted to
surprise her mother knowing very well that at this point her mother would be in
the garden, practicing Yoga. As she was jumping happily to surprise her mother,
she was oblivious to the pair of eyes following her closely.

***

It was 5.30 am when Tara woke up from her
sleep. It has been quite a tedious night the day before and she had been tired.
Tara Dutta was a media professional; and a fitness and perfection freak she
was. Always prim and properly dressed, Tara used to don her formals with very
light makeup matching perfectly with her fair skin and short hair everyday to
office. It’s been her routine of waking up at 5in the morning everyday and
after a rejuvenating session of Yoga, boiling milk for her daughter and waking
her up for school. Today, she had woken up half an hour late and the yoga
session had taken her a tad too long because of her tiredness. All refreshed
from the session and after freshening up in the morning, and boiling milk for
her daughter she went up to her daughter’s room.

Tara opened the bolt of the room and closed
her eyes, as was her habit and wished her daughter a very good morning. On
getting no reply from her daughter, she opened her eyes only to see Roohi’s bed
empty. She kept the glass of milk on the bedside table and searched the
washroom for Roohi, but she wasn’t there. She kept on calling her name and
searched her whole house for her daughter but to no avail. ‘Where could she be?”
thought Tara. She ran to the security guards and hoped they would know
something about her disappearance but they had no clue.

The ever so perfect Tara, depressed and
dejected at not having known what to do next, fainted in the garden itself…

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